I did a show last November and not one person I invited showed up.  People came in off the street but not one friend or past client showed up.  I didn't sell a thing.  Neither did any of the other artist and I kept telling myself that.  It didn't help.  I fell into a deep dark hole of depression and couldn't bring myself to paint.  My daughter called it artist angst, I called it 'My arts crap and what the hell do I think I'm doing?'  I returned to my old high school method of filling sketch books and not letting anyone see them.  My favorite Aunt broke her shoulder twice in one week and I decided to do a painting for her.  She loves hummingbirds so of course that is what I painted for her.  Between doing that painting and spring and sunshine finally being here, I  feel like I'm coming out of the dulldrums.